"Yes Joker, because I have a milk gun." [i] Ian says annoyed, climbing aboard the tank and putting his head on his arms, looking at the floor. The burning was still bad, but it was getting bearable. The thing that pissed him off was how easily Damien had handled him. He knew he was strong, but Ian didn't even stand a chance. And it irked to his very core..he needed to be stronger. He never wanted to be helpless again. [/i]